Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

Marni awoke with a start.

But she thought she was still dreaming.

Her hot, sweating body was covered by another body.

Oh God! she thought. It was Tim! He'd sneaked away from Beth and came up to the sauna to fuck her!

No… NO! she thought. She couldn't do this to Beth.

Then she realized that the hunching, humping, groaning body between her legs couldn't be Tim's. She could feel tits, as big and pillowy as hers, mashing against her chest and spreading out over her own tits.

And though her cunt was being inflamed with friction it wasn't the friction of a cock. It was being massaged by another soggy cunt.

And the groaning voice above her was that of a female.

Oh God! Marni's mind screamed. She was being fucked by a woman!

Marni struggled against the mounting sexual tension being aroused in her body by the rubbing cunt and managed to speak. "Who… who are…"

"Never mind," the body answered. "It doesn't matter. You're hotter'n hell and so am I… let's just both fuck each other and enjoy it. Lift your ass a little so I can get closer to your clit with mine!"

No, Marni thought, it wasn't Beth. The voice was too low, harsh and sexy. But then who was it?

Suddenly repulsed by it all, Marni sought to arch her back and buck the offending female off her. Instead she only served to heighten the sexual sensations in her cunt by jamming it even harder against the other woman's.

It was too good. It felt too good. She was coming. She couldn't stop.

She came.

"Oh Jesus… oh sweet Jesus," growled the other woman. "You're coming aren't you? I can feel it."

"Yes… yes… I am… I'm coining!"

"So am I. Oh how I wish I had a cock right now so I could really fill up that sweet cunt for you. I'll bet you can really come on a cock when you're fucking a good man, can't you?"

Then the woman shrieked with orgasm and slumped her heavy body down over Marni's.

It seemed like an hour but it was only minutes until the other woman slid off the table and away from Marni's body.

Then Marni felt her legs being spread. A tongue worked its way far up her cuntal slit and spooned her juices from her cunt into a greedy, waiting mouth. She could hear the other woman swallowing hungrily.

Then she was gone.

Light gleamed momentarily through the door when it opened. Marni craned her neck around to try and see who it was.

The door closed and she lay back down on the table. Her mind was a mass of confusion.

Well, now she'd done it, she thought. She'd not only broken away from Homer but she'd really been fucked by someone else. And not in a dream either. And on top of that, it had been by a woman.

"Oh shit," Marni said, suddenly sitting bolt upright on the table. "She knows who I am… but I don't know who she is!"

Marni came down to dinner and received the shock of her life. There, sitting side by side at the table, were two gorgeous, dark-haired women, twins.

"Marni," Beth said, "I want you to meet our house… Velma and Thelma. And don't try to tell them apart unless they have those chokers around their necks. They're identical twins."

Both girls said hello and Marni's last hope of finding out which one of them had been her lover in the sauna passed. They both had low, husky voices, and they both spoke on an identical plane of pitch.

Both girls were tall, statuesque, with long black hair that was pulled back severely from their faces and hung in one long braid down their backs.

Conversation during dinner consisted mostly of little comments about the coming party that evening. Only once did one of the girls direct a comment to Marni.

"I understand you're married," Thelma said.

"Not any longer than I can help it," Marni answered.

"What's the matter?" Velma said, "Doesn't he give you enough?"

Beth's glass slammed down on the table. She glared at the girl. "I told you about that, Velma."

"Okay… okay, all right, I'm sorry," the girl said, and turned to Marni. "I apologize."

"It's all right," Marni said, biting her lip. "It was quite the opposite. He gave me too much… he was animal."

"Owwww… I kind of like animals," Thelma said.

Beth coughed and again centered a scathing look on both the twins.

All conversation stopped for the rest of the meal.

As soon as the table was cleared and little Tim was put to bed they all left. Marni got into her robe and curled up in front of the television. But she couldn't keep her mind on the programs. It kept going back upstairs to the sauna and what had happened there.

She also thought a great deal about the twins. They seemed so young to be close friends of Beth and Tim. Marni guessed that they weren't over three years older than she was. And they seemed hardly the type for house guests.

The screen got fuzzy before her eyes. Her head nodded. She slumped in the chair. When his voice came through her consciousness she raised her head.

"Hello there," he said.

"Hi," Marni replied.

"I'm Tom… from next door? I just came over for some more ice."

That was strange, she thought. They were having a party and he was wearing a robe. Why would he wear a robe to a cocktail party?

"You must be the sister?" Tom said.

"Yes… I'm Marni."

He was very handsome. He was staring at her strangely. She was sure she could see his cock standing in the front of his robe like a flagpole.

That meant, she thought, that she was in the midst of another dream.

It must be a dream. People don't go to parties with their robes on.

But it was a strange dream. The strangest she had ever had. She felt woozy, sleepy, and in all her dreams she was always wide awake.

"You've sure got two beautiful tits," he said.

"What?" she replied, jerking her mind back to the present situation.

"You've got nice cakes," he said.

No one in her dreams was ever that crude, Marni thought. Only in life would someone, someone like Homer, call her breasts "cakes". It was certainly a strange dream.

He had moved until he stood directly in front of her and over her. His eyes were not looking at her tits even though his hands were still fondling them.

Marni looked down. Her robe was open. She was leaning languidly back in the chair with her nude body clearly exposed to this man she had never met before, and he was playing with her tits.

Yes, she thought, it was a dream. It must be a dream.

She got into the spirit of it. Marni leaned forward and pulled his robe open. "You've got a nice cock," she said.

"Whoopie," he replied. "That bastard, Tim. Hidin' you all this time. Probably savin' you all for himself and Beth. Maybe just for himself, if I know him. He should have brought you to the party."

"The party?"

"Yeah. He said you weren't a swinger and you hated men."

"Oh no," Marni replied. "I dream about men all the time and I dream about their cocks. I love cock. I suppose I've had over a hundred cocks. I fucked my doctor in the hospital you know?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Sure. And I just fucked Tim in the sauna upstairs this afternoon."

"Yeah…"

"No… I'm sorry. It was in the club. Yes, I guess I'm confused because this seems to be different than my usual dream."

"What dream?"

"The one we're… I mean, the one I'm having now," Marni said, shaking her head.

"Baby, I think you must have had too much wine for dinner."

"Yes… yes, that's probably it," she said.

"But," he said, "who am I to say what the hell it s… you wanna dream… let's dream."

He reached down and pulled her up from the chair. Marni came against him willingly. Her soft pubic hair came in direct contact with his cock. It slid between her legs and the hard ridge raced back and forth against the heated folds of her cunt.